I thought I’d made the biggest mistake of my life by letting my daughter walk five houses alone. I had no idea the real mistake had happened fifteen years earlier.
I still replay that night in my head more often than I’d like to admit.
If only I’d looked up from the kitchen just once. If only I’d trusted the knot in my stomach instead of convincing myself I was overreacting.***
People always say regret comes afterward. They’re wrong. Sometimes it arrives before anything happens at all, quietly begging you to pay attention. I just didn’t listen.
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